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guntersgrassfed

I looooove her. When I feel like the biggest fuck up in history and start to believe the only solution is suicide or a hut in the woods, I remember that Jo March shoplifted and came back because fuck perception and be an artist if you are.

Yeah that was a poor word choice. Aren’t twins supposed to be supernaturally bonded or something, and if she’s innocent, her twin just died violently. Fire the lawyer.

Where I come from it’s called HONKING and no one apologiZes because this is AMERICA. Grow a pair of truck nuts.

Lol I actually debated which title to use but decided to be generous.

I’m sure there are normal twins out there but many are downright weird.

They also have reality shows wherein a dietician will smell your poo-in-a-box to determine just how unhealthy your fry up was.

I assumed she was welding something just out of frame.

I miss you, Jon.

If I had a premature ejaculation problem and were a man I’d think of the above image of DJT and then I’d lose my boner for life and then I’d start taking boner pills paid for by the government and basically only be able to have telepathic sex in matching claw foot tubs in a field.

Key word in the story is nominee (presumptive).

I'll settle for a dick guillotine.

I think the author is very insightful and intelligent but those qualities are all filtered through an insufferable pretty rich white woman lens.

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Any Jodorowsky fans out there? Holy Mountain? Couldn't be more perfect, as this scene is entitled The Conquest of Mexico.

He must be accustomed to newcomers who are more than willing to follow him around like a puppy and/or flatter his manhood literally or figuratively.

Adam Levine, of the ADHD drug commercials? A true Olivier of our time.

I wondered about this too. I work remotely and there's no one to look over my shoulder. There are software products that track computer usage but not sure if it could detect whether I am typing a hot take on Jez or typing a launch strategy.

In the shape of a golden starfish, aka his ass-mouth.

Aaahhh, same. We had a “horsey fund” that was just a jar of change. Oh, youth. Lessons were like $20 but it was always a stretch.

Aww, ponies never leave you. It was the best job ever but I have trouble appreciating things in the moment. I also did it in my early 20s with no health insurance. Totally dumb. But anyway, if you were jumping 3'3 you couldn’t have been that timid! But I get it, I was fearless as a kid, but had a couple bad falls and